Knut
“I’d like to wash,” Hazel told me. She didn’t deny my words but kept her face averted from mine.
“What is wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said and rose and went to the bucket. “I need to fetch water.”
I met her at the door and blocked her way. “I’ll get it.”
“There’s no need,” she said stiffly. “I can do it.”
“Are you angry with me little one?”
“No.” She glared at the ground.
I’d give my life for this woman. I’d slay all her enemies. I wished they were here, now, so I could slay them, instead of wondering what else to say. “Something is wrong. You are crying.”
“I’m not.” She dashed at her eyes.
I growled. “I will spank you until you tell me.”
She threw the bucket on the ground, narrowly missing my foot. Her temper only made me harder and I bit back a grin. My little rabbit was a fig
